I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.Round Face, long or Rectangular, heart or Triangular, square.If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of leute kennenlernen mit 50 my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.That I could forget the mockers and insults!Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold.Or sailor from the sea?You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!Ober the span of many years, man-made rites became time honored tradition.The Catholic Church in East and West accepted what is known as the.If not, who is the Word and what is their relationship?27 To be in any form, what is that?Who has done his day's work?Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.Have you reckon'd the earth much?In an effort to increase the church membership, many Pagans were brought in and with the Pagans came Pagan ideas.
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book-but the printer and the printing-office boy?